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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=481214" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Player Piano</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I ate pancakes one night in a Pancake House<br>Run by a lady my age. She was gay.<br>When I told her that I came from Pasadena<br>She laughed and said, &quot;I lived in Pasadena<br>When Fatty Arbuckle drove the El Molino bus.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I felt that I had met someone from home.<br>No, not Pasadena, Fatty Arbuckle.<br>Who's that? Oh, something that we had in common<br>Like -- like -- the false armistice. Piano rolls.<br>She told me her house was the first Pancake House</div><div style="margin:10px 0">East of the Mississippi, and I showed her<br>A picture of my grandson. Going home --<br>Home to the hotel -- I began to hum,<br>&quot;Smile a while, I bid you sad adieu,<br>When the clouds roll back I'll come to you.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let's brush our hair before we go to bed,<br>I say to the old friend who lives in my mirror.<br>I remember how I'd brush my mother's hair<br>Before she bobbed it. How long has it been<br>Since I hit my funnybone? had a scab on my knee?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here are Mother and Father in a photograph,<br>Father's holding me.... They both look so young.<br>I'm so much older than they are. Look at them,<br>Two babies with their baby. I don't blame you,<br>You weren't old enough to know any better;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I could I'd go back, sit down by you both,<br>And sign our true armistice: you weren't to blame.<br>I shut my eyes and there's our living room.<br>The piano's playing something by Chopin,<br>And Mother and Father and their little girl</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Listen. Look, the keys go down by themselves!<br>I go over, hold my hands out, play I play --<br>If only, somehow, I had learned to live!<br>The three of us sit watching, as my waltz<br>Plays itself out a half-inch from my fingers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Randall+Jarrell">Randall Jarrell</a><div class=q>
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Run by a lady my age. She was gay.
When I told her that I came from Pasadena
She laughed and said, &quot;I lived in Pasadena
When Fatty Arbuckle drove the El Molino bus.&quot;

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